Stand up. Just get up off your hands and knees, get to your feet and start walking. It's easy. You've done it a million times before, even when it felt impossible, even when you thought the weight of what's happened to you, what's been done, would drive you down and down, into the dirt. Even though you've never been here before, even though you've just woken up in a place that's wrong, that feels strange and alien and terrifying, you're not going to let that stop you. You've always stood up and found your way. So do it.
Do it.
ii. chorius | scum always lives
The mask makes it easier for Matt, it always has. When he was younger he had the thick, wire-rimmed glasses as a barrier between himself and the rest of the world. Afterwards, he had the suit, the layers of cloaks, the mask to keep him hidden away from the world. It adds a note of legitimacy to his dealings with the scowling, silent back-alley pirates. It suggests that he knows what he's doing.
A suggestion reinforced by how he disdainfully tosses back the payment he's been given, scornful. "This isn't nearly enough."
A risky move, definitely, judging by how the pirates scowl and shift, wondering who this skinny upstart is. He might need...assistance pretty soon.
Matt Holt | Voltron: Legendary Defender
Stand up. Just get up off your hands and knees, get to your feet and start walking. It's easy. You've done it a million times before, even when it felt impossible, even when you thought the weight of what's happened to you, what's been done, would drive you down and down, into the dirt. Even though you've never been here before, even though you've just woken up in a place that's wrong, that feels strange and alien and terrifying, you're not going to let that stop you. You've always stood up and found your way. So do it.
Do it.
ii. chorius | scum always lives
The mask makes it easier for Matt, it always has. When he was younger he had the thick, wire-rimmed glasses as a barrier between himself and the rest of the world. Afterwards, he had the suit, the layers of cloaks, the mask to keep him hidden away from the world. It adds a note of legitimacy to his dealings with the scowling, silent back-alley pirates. It suggests that he knows what he's doing.
A suggestion reinforced by how he disdainfully tosses back the payment he's been given, scornful. "This isn't nearly enough."
A risky move, definitely, judging by how the pirates scowl and shift, wondering who this skinny upstart is. He might need...assistance pretty soon.